Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.